Hotel Las Piramides Fuengirola

... ill but it was cheap and filled us up. <br><br>We went to a place called Montys bar where they had a live act on we thought it was going to be really cheesy but it turned out to be ok. Steve the man who was playing was really good and played lots of old classics man rock songs so Ian liked it and I enjoyed it to. We then stagered back to our room around midnight a little drunk again. Looks like we are fitting right in with this holiday.

... and laughing at the funnyness of where we are. <br><br>As we walked past the bars imagine how funny it was to see loads of english couples a little older all sat in a bar watching only fools and horses. I always thought people where kidding when they said they came on holiday like this but is so true. Each to there own is all I can say. Ian is struggling to adjust and keeps saying he wants some spanish food. Lol.

... to spark and caught on fire, nothing that needed the assistance of the local fire department however. i like to cook, he likes my cooking and he does the dishes so it works. <br><br>cooking in a kitchen without an oven is interesting, it takes some planning to think about what can easily be made. we brought a few items with us from london like spices and wheatabix (similar to shredded wheat, you eat it with hot milk) for our brekkie, i like to make spanish tortilla ...

Today we had an excursion to the Caves of Nerja about an hour away on the bus. The little town on the water was cute and reminded me so much of Dubrovnik. We have free time to visit the little church and have an ice cream. Then we were off to the nearby caves which were fascinating but didn't learn much because the guide was doing double time with the tour speaking both French and English and he spoke mostly French even when he was speaking English it seemed.

... people overall seem like they´re just trying to live their lives, if you look past the street hustlers. The city didn´t feel any less safe than Istanbul, or even Barcelona for that matter. Our view of organized tours has not been changed, however, and if we go again, we´re definitely visiting Morocco on our own. It´s worth a lot more than 3 hours.<br><br>For now we´re packing up from our lovely vacation, and heading back on the bus to Sevilla, our final stop in Spain. Stay tuned!<br>

Sylvie repart pour la suisse... heureusement, je ne suis pas seule à l'auberge et passe une bonne soirée avec d'autres voyageurs!! On boit un peu, beaucoup, trop de sangria... et je décide à 6h du matin de repousser mon départ de Malage au lundi... j'ai trouvé un prof d'espagnol que je prendrais bien avec moi pour un petit bout de chemin ,-)<br>

... de jeunesse ici (Picasso's corner), je vais pouvoir laisser mon vélo pendant que nous voyagerons à Grenade. Ambiance de ville-plage mais la vieille ville de Malaga convivial avec ses petites ruelles étroites et ses terrasses... je trouve un livre de Philippe Sauve "Siberia" que j'emprunte à l'auberge en leur promettant de le ramener lorsque je viendrai chercher mon vélo!<br>

After breakfast and nice stroll on the beach, we head out to see the next city in the list which was Malaga. Malaga is very big compare to its size on the map :)<br>The trick is to head out to the old part of town to see the actions. Lots of architectures are dated back few years. <br>Cathedral as like the other places, is a must see in the old city. Small cobble stone alleys make it very nice and easy for walk. <br>The best ...

... houses - they had mostly flowers in their gardens and everything looked kinda neat! The beach was nice - the promenade not too much - there are better ones like in Marbella - we had to lay down at the beach - it was December and we could lay down at the beach - that's unique for us - it is very special - then Talina comes from Switzerland - lots of snow every year - she lives in St. Moritz and Tracy is from London...and in Germany we usually have cold ...

... to do so much faster. Time was still against me though and I remained 600m below the summit before I was forced to turn back. Hobbling back down the street into the village I was met by an old couple with whom I stopped to talk. They asked about my day, where I'd been and what I'd seen. Then they questioned my reasons, my sanity and with amusing gestures suggested that I get myself a girlfriend instead. In fairness to them, I did; although I take her with me now aswell.